Yearning.

Each day goes by, each day i cry
yearning for his touch
Each day i count, reversing hours
and pray for time to move faster.

I need him back, i miss his love
i want to kiss his lips
The warm embrace, i cling to each time
I dream of it each night.

Time slowly moving, i slowly regretting
i have to go away
wishing i could see him return
to see his beautiful face.

Each day, words spoken, not enough
soon to come to an end
to feel him, his body against mine
I need to have his touch